It seems like a thousand things have happened, yet I can't seem to put any of it into words. I feel like I'm hovering above a cloud of unrelated occurances and feelings, all knocking into each other like hot molecules, affecting each other and affecting me, though how, I don't exactly know. Richard says motion begets evolution, and maybe like evolution, things are happening too slowly for me to actually witness. I only know after it's already there, fully developed; somehow I seem to miss out on the process.
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It's even better news if you live where I do: Helms retires.
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Some photos from my wedding were recently featured on Brooklyn Bride, here and here. (There's also a pretty thorough write-up of the wedding details.) — 02.25.09 People We Like. I've got a new photo in The Morning News: the co-owners of Frank White, an unusual coffee shop in my neighborhood. — 07.17.08 Charles Atlas will make a man of you! "Against Atlas' better judgment, I declined performing all of my exercises in the nude." (accompanying shirtless photo of the author [my husband] taken by me.) — 07.17.08 Cat on a Leash. I am totally buying a leash for Coleman asap. — 06.25.08 The Brooklynites. Great photos of a wide range of people from my favorite borough. (Thanks to Kurt [a talented photographer himself] for passing this on.) — 12.19.07 |
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